I didn’t have any specific plans so I spent the next few days:
|At Conor O'Neill's|
- hanging out with friends
- checking out stores like Ten Thousand Villages and the Peaceable Kingdom
- dining at Conor O’Neill’s with a long-time email list friend I’d never met (I couldn’t bring myself to try Guinness straight, so I had what they called a “black velvet,” Guinness and cider) and at Zingerman’s Roadhouse (macaroni and goat cheese, with an heirloom tomato salad)
- enjoying my room and balcony and the balcony off the dining room at the Ann Arbor Bed and Breakfast
- checking my work BlackBerry until it suddenly stopped receiving email (when I returned, I figured out that removing and reinserting the battery fixes this problem, but too late—I assumed everything was under control!)
I didn’t take many photos, but here’s one of the kind of architecture I like and the kind I don’t like, right across the street from one another. Guess which is the Ann Arbor Hands-On Museum and which the new police station.
Thursday’s midday train had been canceled due to track work, so my hostess provided me with an early breakfast, graciously drove me to the train station at 7:15 a.m., and sent me off with homemade banana bread. This was another uneventful trip, late but not as much so as the first.
|It got my attention|
Now I need another vacation.